For days I lay on the floor of the cell curled tightly into a little ballevery muscle was in agony, but I was well tended to again I was stitched andb...thed every day and kept clean until I had healed but by now my pushing awayof Joe had finally worked and he kept his distance and always stayed in thecorner of the cell the furthest away from me, by now I was glad he had learnedto keep his distance from me because when ever he tried to come close to menow i pushed him away I didn't want to love. Gently moving around and then on to her cheek, kissing her lightly. She turns toward me, our lips brushing against each other, I taste her mouth. Our lips meet then part, our tongues meet and we enjoy the embrace, my hands sliding around her waist, moving upward taking the jumper with them. Our kiss firm and needing, tasting her as she me, enjoying the first intimate moments of love, our tongues urgently exploring each others mouth. She turns to me fully, her head tilted back, my hands cup her. She then walked towards the kitchen, to start doing her work.I looked towards the kitchen, as Divya bent down to pick up the broom. She was looking beautiful. I continued to look at her, while she was completely unaware of it.I have never been attracted to any other woman, except my wife, in the past. But today was something different. I was actually staring at Divya. I was staring at my own maid.Divya was wearing a dull white colored salwar and a greyish kameez. She had a yellow dupatta tied. ”“Things seem to be going pretty well for you.”“They are,” I said with a smile. “You helped me a lot back when I was at my lowest point, and I owe you a huge debt for that.”She returned the smile and touched my arm, “I was happy to do it. I still am, only in a different way.”I nodded, “You’re the only person I know who can make love by putting a cup of coffee in my hand!”“It’s the only way I’m allowed! I don’t think Gary would understand!”“Nor should he! How are things so far?”“It’s strange.